Friday, June 20, 2025

The Journey of Mercy — When the Stones Stayed on the Ground

 


I saw this caption the other day:

“The only one qualified to throw a stone … didn’t.”

And it stopped me in my tracks.

Because it’s true.
Jesus—the only One without sin, the only One who had every right to judge—chose not to.

A woman caught in the act of adultery. They drag her into the temple courts. Not to restore her. Not to help her. But to make an example of her. She is ashamed, terrified, and trembling as they demand, “Shouldn’t we stone her, Jesus? That’s what the law says.”

And then… silence.
He kneels down and writes in the dirt.
No one knows exactly what He wrote.
But His answer echoes through time:

"Let the one who is without sin cast the first stone."

And slowly, one by one, they drop the rocks and walk away.

Jesus—who could have thrown the stone—looked at her and said,
"Where are your accusers? Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more."

That’s why He didn’t throw the stone.
Because His mission wasn’t to crush people—it was to save them.
His heart wasn’t to shame—but to restore.

He didn’t overlook sin. He never does.
But He looked deeper—at the soul beneath the failure.
He saw the whole story, not just the worst chapter.

So maybe today you feel like that woman.
Exposed. Guilty. Judged.
Maybe others have already picked up their stones.
Maybe you’ve picked up a few yourself.

But hear this:

The only person who had the right to condemn you… didn’t.
He offered grace instead.

So if Jesus dropped the stone, why are we still throwing them?

Let’s walk with mercy. Let’s see people—not just their mistakes.
Let’s be the ones who step in with kindness not the one who is ready to accuse.

Because the journey of mercy is the one that looks most like Jesus.
And someone out there needs to know: they’re not too far gone for grace.
Not today. Not ever.

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

The Journey’s End: Now She Sits with Jesus


I sat quietly today, thinking about someone I love who stepped into eternity a few days ago. The ache of missing our loved ones are heavy — but there’s also a strange peace today. Because I know she is with Jesus.

I found myself wondering… what do we call Him there?

Down here, we say Jesus. We call Him Lord, Savior, Friend, Redeemer, King of Kings. Each name holds meaning. Each one has comforted us in life’s deepest valleys.

But in Heaven—do our lips tremble with awe when we say His name? Do we fall to our knees when we whisper it? Do we call Him by the name that angels sing or the one that stirs our soul when we worship?

Maybe we’ll fall down and say, “Holy.”
Maybe we’ll whisper, “Jesus.”
Maybe our hearts will cry out, “Worthy is the Lamb.”

Whatever the name… we’ll speak it in awe, in love, and in worship. And He will know it’s us.

For now, we hold onto the names we know.
But I know this—my loved one is home. She has already seen my Lovely Lord. 
And whatever name she now calls Him, she speaks it with joy, healed, whole, and forever held.

And one day… I will get to say it to........